Original lyrics

EN

Come here little boy I'm a friend of your mother's I'll give you a candy bar if you get in the car Okay He's got his camera And deep seeded obsessions His nordic heritage And sexual frustrations He wants to be lief ericksson To discover america But he's not He's just a photographer Who likes little boys in viking suits He likes to take the little boys Walking home from school In his neighborhood Take them to his studio And dress them up in viking suits Words of wisdom Each one rings true Watching little brothers could happen to you So don't grow up to be a guy Who takes pictures of little boys in viking suits Come here little boy